To Late

by Ali   Mar 22, 2007


She was so innocent, yet she suffered.
She couldn't handle the pain.
She found a new way to deal,
But now she'll never be the same
Because now she left the mark
On her soft and virgin wrist.
It will never be removed
So she bleeds to know she exists.
Deeper and deeper
The cuts eventually dug in
And she thought that no one cared.
She thought she could never win.
She thought her friends abandoned her
And thought family rejected her
And took her very own life
'Cause she thought there was nothing left for her.
She thought no one was there for her.
She thought no one cared for her
Or protected her, respected her
But they cried and missed and prayed for her
And because thoughts went through her head
She never will return to this world
Because she didn't know the truth of why
The folks had no time for their baby girl.
They worked hard, long hours for her
To give her everything she asked for.
They thought material things bought happiness
For their little girl who lives no more
And because she didn't know
And made decisions way too soon
The others suffer misery
Of that terrible night in June.
They have to continue and live with it,
With the image in their head
Of when they walked in the room to find
Their daughter hanging dead.
This cannot be erased,
Forgotten or ignored
From the minds of those who loved her
And saw her hanging from the cord.
Her mother was institutionalized.
Her father began to drink.
Her friends suffer depression
Because she didn't stop to think
That her death would effect more than she thought.
Her friends follow her footsteps
And in a few years from now,
Their lives would lead to deaths.
They all blamed themselves.
They all suffered from guilt.
They wish they could have done more
For a stronger relationship built.
They thought, "maybe She'd still be alive
If I paid more attention to her,
If I called her more, or spent more time,
She would know someone was there."
And many attended her funeral
Because many really cared.
She didn't know she was so loved
And left so many scared.
She'll never know what she could've been
Or how she would turn out.
What becomes of her friends and family?
It's too late for her to find out.

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  • 17 years ago

    by jackie

    Ur a really talented writer... i really liked this one n understood how it feels